Sam chuckles, and slides up onto her bottom, spreading her knees and pulling her sock-wrapped feet in toward her body. She pulls Carly's head down to the damp cloth on her toes.
"Ya' like it?" Sam asks with a giggle.
"You're disgusting. I'm gonna get you for this - ew!" Carly squeals as Sam rubs her toes on Carly's lips.
Sam slides an arm around Carly's head and pulls off one of her own socks.
"Oh, gross!" Carly exclaims as Sam pushes her sweaty foot into Carly's nostrils.
"You love the smell, don't you. Carles." Sam purrs to Carly as she pulls her other sock off and tosses it aside.
"You I don't. This is so gross. You're like…Picking my nose with your toes." Carly whimpers, "What is wrong with you, Sam?"
Sam ignores Carly, and pays attention to pressure building inside her.
"Ugh. I need to fart," Sam says, her words like moans, "you'll like that. Won't you?"
"What? No! Ew! Let me go!" Carly yelps as she pulls away, but Sam tightens ger grip on Carly's head.
Sam gives a sigh of relief as a quiet bit of gas passes from her backside.
"Oh!…Gosh! What did you eat?" Carly asks in disgust - the smell that much worse due to her proximity to Sam's anal cavity. Sam, on the other hand, is in complete euphoria. The fact that her best friend is being held down and made to smell the most disgusting things she has to offer excites her beyond description. She is so excited, in fact, that:
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